“Up where?”
“Up Katahdin, of course.”
“Just the ticket. We may find out something and we’ll have the trip anyway.”
As soon as breakfast was over they asked Jacques to put them up a lunch telling him that they were going to climb Katahdin. Was it fancy or did Bob detect a strange hint of fear in the half-breed’s eyes as he told him their destination? He was not sure for his expression changed almost instantly and a smile of assent took its place.
“She ver’ hard climb,” he warned them.
“I reckon,” Bob agreed.
“Mebby you wait go some other day. Look lak rain today.”
Bob was not sure but fancied there was a note of eagerness in the man’s voice.
“Oh, well, we can’t any more than get wet,” he declared and the man offered no more objection.
“It’s a good thing we brought those pocket radios with us,” Bob said when they were back in the cabin.